The Magic Clay Part 1

Little Joe was just seven years old, A beautifully bright and cheery child. Joy shown upon his face and against this nestled golden curls.His eyes were of the deepest blue and filled most oftenwith warm smiles.

Today was different for Joe though , he wasfeeling alone and very sad, he and his motherhad just moved a new house and town. He wished and he wished that they could return and be back home,

The weather did not help his mood for it wascold and stormy day and the rain kept pouring down , hours and hours went by and He began to wonder if the sun would ever return or shine again.

“Not a toy in the house” Joe said sadlywith a tear in his eye, his life, he believed to be still packed up and gone in boxes, that they had not unpacked from their move.

Joe sat in his room agitated and bored, he just lied there…wishing to be outside anywhere else for that matter and lied staring,staring at those blank walls, for what seemeda lifetime…

His mother came in from work very excited and announced that she had stopped and picked him up a gift.” A gift?” said Joe. he lookedintensely for there in her arms was a smallbrown paper bag…

He thought for a moment and then ran to giving her a hug She smiled and the lovewas shown in her eyes. Joe clung to her a moment and at this point in time, She was his whole world, his safe place. All they had tohold onto was one another.

He smiled and grabbed the bag in excitementand took off running to his room, trying desperately to imagine what it could be.

He slowly pulled the box out of the bag it wassmall box with letters on the top and slowlyread the words to himself “CLAY” “hmm”? hewondered and began unwrapping the package….

Opening the box, and peeling off the wrapperJoe held the off white bars, he felt the texture,He began to push downon the bars in his handand found that they moved.

He watched amazed and in awe and foundthat depending upon the way he whittled it orwhen applying pressure he could change shift the clay into many different formsand shapes.

He began to think and to imagine all the things he could create thoughts of objectsand toys filled his mind ,but little didJoe know that by opening his mind, and in using his imagination magical doors to his own adventure would begin….

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thank you this was inspired by Joe he ahs such a wonderful imagination and it is easy to picture him as a child braings great smiles to me =)))) I am glad you liked it thought I would write a childs story and kaleb is my lil grandson =))))